Too often do I hear or read the words that someone said, that are, “Why is she not doing anything?” But, what makes a good female character? It has to be a past. There’s evidence behind the fact that women have more of a chance…
“See it through the eyes of a man, on why suppressed emotions compel the leader to say the words to himself, ‘mourn later, for there are people who still live, who need leadership’. Many fools will say that it is a society telling a man…
How much time can we devote to the most important of things? That is a big question to consider, when involving relationships into the attentions of people. I cannot know, for I’ve done no research, on the platonic relationships from one goldfish to the next.…
How is a woman beautiful? She is beautiful, by not focusing on what will repel a man to be attracted to her. Her form, that is, because by not focusing so much on it, she places no shield between herself and a potential partner. Beauty…
To see past the form, means for someone to be able to see another person’s intellect. This means, that should the subconscious hold its focus for the form, then the conscious will hold its focus for the mind, in the person wishing to be seen.…
“Marriage is meant for sex, not sex is meant for marriage. Why does a man doubt his decision to propose? It might be for the reason that all his secrets, among the woman’s secrets, have already been shared, through they sex they’ve already been having.…
“Being somebody doesn’t at all mean for a hundred-and-one people to know you. Being somebody means for only one person to know you, to understand you, to trust you. To comprehend the heart, would not mean for a multitude to be in love with you.…
“Love is an emotion that does not follow the path of robotics. It is not mechanical, though is the one singular emotion full of purpose. A purpose, that involves submission before the one we are purposeful towards. As a man submits to offer the ring…
“Some may wonder over the cause to a man’s rage. Some may wonder over the cause to a man’s desire to dwell, in unending pain. Some may wonder over why all of this occurs, when a man cannot seem to depart from the memories, and…
Beside where I may carry my painDown the longest valleys among the softest winters,There is escape only in what makes me quakeUpon when I shed tears to fill the EarthWith lake after sorry lake. Love held a purposeTo gather me forward. I was upheld by…
